Everyday life in a rickety old French farmhouse with two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs.
A record of those little things too unimportant for a diary but too important to be forgotten.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

When it's over, leave. Don't continue watering a dead flower.

Bob rushes out of the door, Sophie follows in hot pursuit. Bob greets the day silently. Sophie doesn't. She wakes the village with her decidedly unladylike, eighty a day, bark. By the time I've found the car keys the intrepid duo have done some rearranging of the garden.

The builder shows up. " M'Ongoose. Is it alright if we start work on Monday ? ". He's going to rip out the old kitchen upstairs and dispose of the flame emitting Vesuvius that passes as a cooker. The fact that he was first asked to do this a year ago a mere detail.

Sandrine, Madame Bay's hairdresser daughter, is having a new plate glass door installed in her salon. Madame Bay has gone along, uninvited, to 'help' supervise the workmen. After twenty minutes Sandrine and her mother are having a ' family moment'. To the relief of the workmen Mother is banished. She arrives at the front door in the ever more dented Wild Child voiturette; two great grandchildren in tow.Bob hears the crashing of gears and quickly disappears upstairs and hides under a bed. The thought of being enveloped in Madame Bays Lily of the Valley scented embrace something no self respecting boy dog would willingly consider. Sophie basks in the adulation. '' You've come to see moi ? ".

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So, a new drama is about to unfold at the ROF, and the cast of characters is assembling! Is this the builder with the overalls that Bob found so interesting - or was that the plumber? And we see that Madame Bay will be around to orchestrate matters, too. Looks as though Bob has found himself a new vantage point with which to keep on eye on things and we assume that Sophie will be in the midst of it all.

"You've come to see moi?" sounds exactly like something Ms.Diva Sophie would say...(I'm going with a Miss Piggy from The Muppets impersonation here).....so nice to know that Madame Bay is well.The manchineel fruit is extremely poisonous...I wrote a post about it on my blog..."Easy like Sunday morning," Here on the island there are signs posted on the trees on most of the popular beaches that the tourists frequent..

About Me

2004, we sell the rain drenched farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. Two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers - Wilf and Digby - accompany us. Fluffy,patient and comical . Forever attracting laughter and new friends . After a year in Provence we moved to Italy to restore an ancient Roman watchtower . Somethings are meant not to be. Following a rather unpleasantly violent 'housejacking' ( the third in our little village ) we left Italy in late 2009 for new adventures in the rolling countryside of south west France . We are now getting to grips with a large rickety old farmhouse. Life after the violence of Italy has a gentler tempo. Digby passed on from piroplasmosis in May 2010. HIs brother, despite being diagnosed with cancer and having become blind ,soldiered on for another two years. We now embark on the next part of our journey with two new PON's - Bob and Sophie. This blog records all those little things about living with dogs that are too unimportant to make it into a diary but which make life, life.